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you know
i wish i could love you.
i wish life was not filled with binocular vision.
i wish your lips were closer.
your arms reachable.
the life high
lighted by an
everyday to
uching tha
t exists
betwee
n the
cone
pt o
f t
im
e and distance. me and you in the same underwear.
but it's not.
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